| It’s so severe
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| You stare at me through eyes unbelievably sad
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| Are you here?
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| Your dreams captured under your bed
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| Could we adhere
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| To rules and plans and these futile intents
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| Could we break apart the ties, stop all motion
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| The trauma’s inside of our heads
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| Leaving our hopes alone tonight
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| We buried tomorrows morning
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| Tracing the scopes of our delight
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| We buried tomorrows morning
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| You persevere to fight the pain
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| But you’re lost in this game
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| There’s no chance
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| Are you near?
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| My being is finally dead
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| You disappear
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| In the arms of your ghost
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| You’re entirely enclosed
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| And you mind escapes
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| The answers are missing
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| The consciousness is almost shed
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| Leaving our hopes alone tonight
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| We buried tomorrows morning
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| Tracing the scopes of our delight
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| We buried tomorrows morning
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| Leaving our hopes alone tonight
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| We buried tomorrows morning
|
| Tracing the scopes of our delight
|
| We buried tomorrows morning
|
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight
|
| We buried tomorrows morning
|
| Tracing the scopes of our delight
|
| We buried tomorrows morning
|
| Leaving our hopes alone tonight
|
| We buried tomorrows morning
|
| Tracing the scopes of our delight
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| We buried tomorrows morning |